3881 Metaphors for her

She is oneperhaps the most remarkable, howeverof many Lal Bagh daughters who are serving as evangelists in faraway places.

If by any biological chance it had happened that she had been an old lady instead of a horse, she would have been the kind that spent her day in a rocker with her knitting.

I heard you were dead my dear one, compleat, She is wondrous brave, a wondrous gallant Courtier.

Let us also dismiss as unauthorised and gratuitous the words of Pauline D. Townsend, in her biography of Haydn, when she says of Mrs. Schroeter that she was "an attractive, although, according to modern taste, a somewhat vulgar woman, of over sixty years of age, and there is no disguising the fact that she made violent love to Haydn.

For at work of this sort the old Philistine knows that she is an adept; and she has rejoiced in the skill of her hands, with a sober workmanly joy, since Cain first went a-wooing in the Land of Nod.

she said, "for shame, You are too big a match for so small game, To catch the Hare, or nimble Squirrel try, Remember, William, He is BUT A FLY." Not always is Humanity imprest By serious schooling; a light word or jest Will sometimes leave a moral sting behind When graver lessons vanish out of mind.

She is happiness.

I had been wanting her badly, but when I saw her, so bright and beautiful, looking as if she were the joy of life made incarnate, I should have liked to strike her hard, first on one cheek and then the other, deepening the rose to crimson, and leaving an ugly red mark for each finger.

She sometimes felt proud of him, despite the ever present knowledge that, intellectually speaking, she was his superior.

"She is a rose, a lily, a diamond, a morning star!"

She was the most beautiful of all the women I had ever yet seen in harems.

" How they all loved him, the poor bride thought, and he had told them she was a beautiful white rose.

I thought for a moment that she might be the beloved of Aengus, but how could that hunted, alluring, happy, immortal wretch have a face like this?

She was one o' th' elect, she said.

She was a magnificent, regal-looking creature and was a superb beauty of the classic type, and yet with it she was dainty and winsome.

She is altogether faultless and unblameable; her Family flourishes and improves by her good Management.

She simply led him into the Circle and took his Order, and allowed him to sit there in the Gloaming and observe how Popular she was.

"She was the beau ideal," says Byron, in his first accurate prose account of the affair, written 1823, a few days before his departure for Greece, "of all that my youthful fancy could paint of beautiful.

She's welcome at our place, Aldousfor as long as she remains in Tête Jaune.

The part about her being a vixen was laughed at by the few that heard it, but was soon left out as immaterial to the story, and incredible in itself, though afterwards it came to be remembered and its significance to be understood.

She was at once quaint and commonplace looking, the most noticeable thing about her being the fact that she wore a cap.

HERS WAS THE RELIGION OF THE GOSPEL; JESUS CHRIST HER FOUNDATION, THE AUTHOR AND FINISHER OF HER FAITH.

Jenny fought for their spring beauty, all the more because Lady Tyrrell was encouraging the wife to criticize the very things she had tried to sentimentalize over with the husband; but seeing that she was only doing harm, she proposed a brisk walk to Eleonora, who gladly assented, though her sister made a protest about damp, and her being a bad walker.

Only hers were this time the set, still features.

And when they came to man's and woman's estate, Cedric's regard for her was as a brother's; but hers for him, alas! was deep love.

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